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[rockpapertheodore]

Imagine a character who is, like, 3 ghosts all trying to pilot one supernaturally preserved zombie. The zombie basically sweats ectoplasm from all the ghosts inside it, and that seems to keep it from decaying. Occasionally the zombie gets control (or they otherwise forget to "take the wheel") and they sometimes find themselves all sat comfortably in the scaffolding of a railroad bridge, watching the sunset or kicking their feet in a pond. As far as they can tell, there isn't a 4th ghost, so maybe it's? Just? The body doing that? Theyre not sure if this is something the previous... occupant?... just enjoyed doing, or if their presumed-undead vessel has started... un-undeading... from all the ghosts inside it...

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

HI, SO.. PERIOD HORNIES STRIKE AGAIN..

This little snippet was absolutely, definitely not inspired by anything irl 👀 Ahem, nope.

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"Uh uh.. not yet, draga."

You let out an arousingly needy whimper. The Lady's voice soft and warm - smooth like whiskey - with such a subtle tone to it that somebody else might have missed the absolute demand behind it. Though, the fact that it cracked ever so slightly when she got to your pet name, only proved that she was just as worked up as you were. But you also knew that Alcina's reserve could far out last yours if she wanted it to.

Another thrust into your aching core and you whimpered again, this time digging your nails into the sheets. The Countess had been edging you for what seemed like hours. A constant ebb and flow of pleasure that had your body absolutely trembling with need.

"P-please."

"Mh.. and deny yourself the honor of coming with your Mistress?"

Alcina smirked as she drove herself into you again, roughly.

"Ah-!" You cried, before letting out a soft sob half whimper. "I'll.. but I can c-come again for you, my lady."

The Countess chuckled at your plea before leaning down, her large frame casting you in a dark shadow.

"You could..." Her breath warm across your ear, a slight hiss to the next words that she gave you. ".. but I told you to wait."

You cursed under your breath and nodded. "Y-yes, Mistress."

"Mh.. that's better."

The large woman hummed in satisfaction before rising to her full height, a flash of crimson and two golden spheres staring down at you. A deliciously wet sound as the length of her cock slowly slid out of you, stretching you around the width of her before it stopped just short, reaching the tip.

"Now..." Her tone almost as dark as the curl across her lips as she readied your hips for impact, the head of her cock throbbing inside your entrance. "Shall we see just how many times I can get you to come for me... my needy little slut."

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OKAY, THAT IS ALL. THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY THIRST TALK ♡

[a-round-of-robyns]

05/03: glow; wc: 365; @jegulus-microfic

“You’re going to absolutely glow tonight, Prongs.” Sirius said as he finished dusting highlighter over James’ cheekbones.

“Yeah, Reg won’t be able to take his eyes off you.” Peter commented from across the room where he and Remus were playing chess while waiting for the other two to finish getting ready.

“Can you not bring up the fact that James is dating my baby brother please?” Sirius asked, an exaggerated look of disgust on his face.

“I thought you supported them Pads” Remus said, a glint of mischief in his eyes

“Yeah Sirius, I thought you supported us?” James joined in.

“Watch it Prongs, I can always take back my blessing-”

“No you won’t, Regulus would kill you.”

“AND, I do support them, I would just rather not be reminded of it all the time.”

“Whatever Sirius, let’s go before Mary drags us down by our ears again.”

All the boys suppressed a shiver at the memory and filed out the door to go down to the common room. As soon as the door opened, they were hit with a wall of sound that had previously been blocked out by the silencing charms on their dorm. Once James reached the bottom of the stairs, he scanned the room for Regulus.

His eyes caught on his boyfriend who was standing right across from him on the other side of the common room. The side of Regulus’ mouth quirked up when they made eye contact. James was overcome with the need to kiss Regulus, and so made his way over, never taking his eyes off Regulus.

“Hi baby.” James muttered, arms circling Regulus’ waist, brushing his lips over Regulus’.

“Hi Jamie.” Regulus replied, “You’re looking very sparkly tonight, did Sirius finally bully you into letting him put you in makeup?”

James beamed down at him, “Do you like it? It’s something called highlighter.”

“You look very pretty, darling.” Regulus said, leaning up to kiss James properly.

James responded very enthusiastically, arms tightening around Regulus, whose hands had somehow found their way into his hair.

He pulled back slightly, nosing at Regulus’ neck. “You think I’m pretty?”

“I do.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Now come back here and kiss me.”

[olliecoded]

shockingly i wrote this BEFORE watching saltburn. however it's so ollie coded that i think u should all see it anyway ❤️

[youmustbestrongernow]

Summary: Gideon has begrudgingly accompanied Harrow on her mission to Canaan House, on the promise that while they're there, Harrow will figure out what the hell is going on with these powers she suddenly has. Of course, things are never that simple. Firstly, Harrow is too busy avoiding her and trying to become a Lyctor. Secondly said powers seem to be more than either of them had bargained for. And thirdly someone or multiple someones are trying to either kill Gideon or take her power for themselves. She just cannot catch a break.

Notes: So I wrote a little fic, months ago which was just playing about with magic and powers, pre-canon. I wasn't sure if I was going to continue it, but I couldn't drop the idea of what Gideon could get up to with these "powers" she suddenly has. Said powers which make her kind of a hot commodity once they get to Canaan House

Expect plenty of shenanigans, weird tantrum magic/powers, hulk references (couldn't resist), inappropriate propositions (yes, Ianthe), angst, and something resembling actual communication (wild i know, and it's still like pulling teeth with these two)

It is finished, but i keep adding more scenes because it's so much fun, so yeah, check it out

[nullominous-q]

Live For Me (3): Time

The wake has concluded. So begins Janus' time of isolation.

The library in Aureolin Manor was larger than the one back in the castle, which Janus found to be a pitiful realization. And not only was the manor’s collection more bountiful in number, but the books were plenty more interesting as well. He was enraptured in such a book just then, having been sitting in the library for a while at that point, the pages illuminated by an oil lamp. Janus pulled his heavy blanket tighter around his shoulders as he sat there, interested to see how the characters would get out of this new trouble they’d ultimately created in the first place. Elsewhere, a soft thumping noise came and Janus lifted his head to look at the door to the room and realized that the noise had been a knock. Hiding his scales with his magic first, Janus opened his mouth to speak but found his throat dry. How long had it been since he’d spoken? He’d need to get a glass of water soon. For the time being, Janus swallowed and tried again. “Enter,” he called across the way.

[thechildbythesea]

Shameless Promote!

so because i wanna shamelessly promote some stories i am super proud of, here!

[human-souls-buy-dopamine]

hhahhahahahahhahaha [falls out of writing program covered in blood]

[wayfindercharms]

Fandom: Subarashiki Kono Sekai | The World Ends With You (Video Games)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Kiryu "Joshua" Yoshiya/Sakuraba Neku

Summary: After three years away, the universe has been rewritten to accommodate Neku’s return to Shibuya. But try as he might, he cannot shake the feeling that he is living a life that does not truly belong to him. Frustrated, he airs his grievances to the man who made this all possible: Shibuya’s Composer, one Joshua Kiryu. But Joshua has problems of his own—and where there are problems, there are bargains to be made.

Notes: This started out as a personal investigation into how Neku would cope with suddenly finding himself back in a version of reality where he had never gone to Shinjuku, and then it spiraled into this weird, almost slice-of-life story about trying to help Joshua deal with Composer burnout. I’m slowly working on uploading part one of the series; part two is incomplete and will come somewhere down the line. Please enjoy! <3

[pipedreil]

my head's a mess (but I'm trying regardless)

kevjean, hurt/comfort, 4k words

read it on ao3

No matter how much Kevin tries to convince himself that he's okay, he knows just how many things he's bottled up inside. And one day, it's all going to come pouring out and Kevin Day is going to break because at the end of the day, he's just as human as the rest of them.

[2heodoro]

YOUTH

Mortal youths of the modern generation are getting a little more... passive aggressive.

Obsessively disliking anyone or anything in their path, based on popularity or past actions that we've learned & moved on from, rather than something more important in their lives.

I pity them. Wasted their lives on such unhealthy things. An unhealthy mindset.

Maybe just... one day.

I hope they realized that harassing and calling out anyone a bigot at random, without any moment of critical thinking, sometimes isn't getting them anywhere always.

Sometimes, It'll results other innocences to feel like an unwelcomed outcast. To hurt themselves in hopes the pain goes away. To feel like plunging themselves to death over and over, just because of something they're unintentionally involved in and supporting the thing you deeply despise without remorse.

Even though I know it's not going to happen, but one can dream that the cycle ends.

It's a wishful thinking.

A hopeful yet painful one.

[rockpapertheodore]

You are so exhausted.

It's your day off and the bag of trash by the door needs to go out. You've worked seven days in a row because of the variable weekly schedules lining up badly. Two shifts in a row became doubles because of a nocallnoshow new hire on their fourth day. The trash needs to go out to the road tonight. Your step tracker shows you've walked 47 miles over the past week.

You are so exhausted.

There's a second bag of trash now. You only had a morning shift today, which left an entire afternoon to almost have fun with your friends online. None were on when you got home, so you fell into a hole watching weird niche interest videos and doomscrolling while waiting for someone to get on. You realize what time it is, and persuade yourself to take the trash out to the road with the promise of getting high. You forget that trash pickup was this morning.

You are so exhausted.

The trash never made it to the door. It's piling over the edge of the can. You could at least take the bin out to the road, since it has last week's trash still in it. You'll do it in the morning.

You are so exhausted.

There is a big contractor bag the size of an ottoman in front of the door so you can't forget it when you go out in the morning. You should empty the still-overflowing trash in the kitchen. You do neither of these things because

You are so exhausted.

it's 11:09 when you get home. You're very tired of spending almost two hours of your day driving to and from work. You forget to take the three stuffed fast food bags out of your car. One of them is soaked with the dregs of the latte you never finished. You step around the big contractor bag the size of an ottoman and hop on your computer just in time to catch your friends before they turn in for the night. The kitchen trash spilled onto the floor, so you scooped it up and changed the bag. You set the full bag and two knotted plastic shopping sacks on top of the big contractor bag the size of an ottoman so you can't ignore it when you go out in the morning. You tell yourself that you have got to remember to take the bin out to the road by tomorrow night, so you'll get the doorway trash out to the bin in the morning.

You are so exhausted.

You mop the floors. The sun was so bright today. The doorway is clear and the bin is empty. You chuckle to yourself as if to say "aw, you," affectionately when you realize you forgot to empty the clutter out of your car. There are two knotted shopping bags, a ripped up pizza box, three empty sports drinks, and five stuffed fast food bags. Two of them are soaked with the dregs of the latte you never finished.

You are so exhausted.

You had to apologize to your coworkers for the spoiled milk smell. You had thrown the fast food bags out at the gas station, and the dregs of the latte you never finished splattered you. There is still the ripped up pizza box and two knotted shopping bags, but you brought the empty sports drinks in to use as water bottles on-shift. They were useful. The trashcan in the kitchen is empty because all the trash that should be in it is on the counter where you felt comfortable lying to yourself about not forgetting to take care of it. You spilled a can of soda that was still half-full next to your computer desk. You haven't drank pop in three months, and it's been five since it was from a can, probably. You stamp some paper towels into the sludgy puddle.

You are so exhausted.

The trash is on the floor. You pick up the sludgy paper towels, soaked with the can of soda that was still half-full next to your computer desk. You walk over to the trash can in a daze, fully dissociated from the trash you're stepping over. You feel so hollow. You don't cry yourself to sleep, but your eyes have been strangely wet since you got home.

You are so exhausted.

You are so exhausted.

The trash is bagged in front of the door. Most of the trash on the counter where you felt comfortable lying to yourself about not forgetting to take care of it is still there. The trash can in the kitchen is overflowing.

You are so exhausted.

You will remember it this time for sure. The bin outside can't be closed and was too awkward to roll at the moment, so you at least put the overflow bags next to the road so that you could go in and grab the rest before you had to move the bin to the road. You sit in front of the computer and watch a funny video. You realize it would have been a better idea to move the bin first so that you could use it as scaffolding for the five bags sitting next to you. The trash on the counter where you felt comfortable lying to yourself about not forgetting to take care of it has doubled. There are only three trash bags next to your computer desk. Your room feels claustrophobic because you can only walk from the bed to the door in one clear path. You've been complaining to yourself for the past two months that you've gotta take the little can out of the bathroom because it's stuffed full of wads of hair and damp cardboard tubes and your new electric toothbrush you accidentally knocked off the counter and broke the second time you used it. You haven't had a clean dish in months. You rewash one chopstick and pull a new partner for it out of the pack. You are very high and your homemade stirfry is tasty. You don't care that you're serving it to yourself on half of a takeout box that you put a sheet of foil over.

You are so exhausted.

You hear the trash on the counter where you felt comfortable lying to yourself about not forgetting to take care of it fall to the floor. It sounds angry, but muffled by the walls of your room that feels claustrophobic because you can only walk from the bed to the door in one clear path. You have to be up in the morning. You don’t work until tomorrow afternoon, but you have to be up. 

You are so exhausted.

There are two foil-covered box halves next to your computer, decorated with the rest of your disposable chopsticks. They are stained with use and reuse. You bought two plastic bowls from the dollar store so you could have some soup. They're both dirty under the takeout boxes, the one spoon you clean sometimes crusted and stuck to the bottom by bits and sludge. Your teeth have been clenching from stress at work. You need a raise.

You are so exhausted.

You wake up ready to go to sleep. You get in the car, throwing a fallen stuffed takeout bag into the crowded passenger seat to join the torn pizza box and five knotted shopping bags. You don't drink lattes anymore. Your seat is tacky. You're fifteen minutes early to being early to work, and reward yourself with sending a few messages to your friends before you have to clock in. You watch part of an interesting video before you realize with a start that you have to get out of the car. Your coworker makes a joke about your passenger seat, that the trash might kill you. If your coworker asked you if you were serious when you said, in a funny voice, that you hoped it would, you don't know if you'd know the answer. You're afraid that you do know the answer, though.

You are so exhausted.

You are so exhausted.

The bin needs to go to the road. The trash needs to go to the bin. The carpet in front of the passenger seat is stained. There is so much stuff shoved into the back seat, none of it trash. You wipe the seats down with disposable car wipes. You should go across the street and use the vacuum at the carwash to clean up the crumbs.

You are so exhausted.

The forgotten counter trash is growing. It looms out of the corner of your eye, and your brain can not see it. Will not see it. The kitchen trash is almost full.

You are so exhausted.

You don't want to try to get on the computer. You just get high in your room that feels claustrophobic because you can only walk from the bed to the door in one clear path, doomscrolling on your phone. You don't feel like going out that night. You've got two days off in a row. You deserve to relax so you can get some stuff done.

You are exhausted.

The trash is forgotten.

You are exhausted.

You are exhausted.

You are exhausted.

Your room feels claustrophobic because the trash that had once been on the counter that you felt comfortable lying to yourself about not forgetting to take care of it has taken over the one clear path from the bed to the door. You pick through carefully. Your passenger seat is empty, but the carpet in front of the passenger seat is stained. There is so much stuff shoved into the back seat. You have a great day at work.

You are exhausted. When the forgotten trash begins to pile itself into memories, you can't even cry.

You are exhausted. When the memories begin to wail and sob as they are then dragged under, back into the trash and drowned, you cannot bring your hand up to feign reaching out.

You are exhausted. When the forgotten trash reaches out to pull you under, too, you cannot bring yourself to struggle or thrash. You cannot fight.

You are exhausted, and you can finally allow yourself to find some rest.

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

.•°☆..•.▪︎.°

You stopped in front of the library door before entering, taking a moment to fix your collar and straighten out your vest. The Lady had requested you meet her there at ten o'clock sharp, so you still had a few minutes to spare anyways. The smile that coated your lips had been there since earlier that evening, from the moment the Countess had pulled you aside at the Christmas party to inquire about your plans for the evening.

Of course you had none - even if it was Christmas. A day meant for warmth and the company of family and friends. Which, if you were being honest, you had neither - not really. Most of your family disowned to when you made the decision to come and work at the castle. And as for friends.. well, while there were a couple of maids that you occasionally spoke with, you passed most of the staff in age by at least a decade. Not that you considered yourself old - not by any sense of the word. And if it didn't bother Alcina.. well, then, what did it matter, really?

Still, you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been surprised when the Lady asked you. A slight twinkle to her eyes when you agreed.

The warm light that now radiated from under the massive door confirmed that she'd already lit the fire. And as soon as the clock began to strike ten, you slowly turned the door handle.

"My Lady?"

Your voice was quiet as you entered the large room, firelight dancing across the endless rows of reading material. The nostalgic smell of decaying paper and old books a more than pleasant mix with the newer scent of burning wood.

"Hello, dear."

Alcina's voice caught you off guard, making you jump. Words quickly losing themselves as soon as your gaze fell upon her, your mouth falling open. There she was, curves encased in firelight and draped in a crimson nightgown. A matching sheer robe adorning the width of her shoulders. Her position that of a goddess, laid on one side with an arm resting comfortably under her head. Her shapely figure soft against the warm glow and undoubtedly inviting.

"Ah-" was all you were able to muster out, making the Countess chuckle. A soft smirk curling at the corner of her lips as she took a sip from the glass wine she was holding, the warm liquid inside almost jewel like within its firey backdrop.

"Mh.. well said, pet."

Suddenly, the formal clothes that you wore were insufferably hot - unbearable even - a deep flush quickly taking over your body.

"Ah.. s-sorry, my lady.. you just.. look.. well, incredible."

You blushed deeply as you said it, but you didn't care. They were true. You had never seen a more beautiful sight in your life. And you were certain you never would again. Her raven lock hair and fair skin, basked in a glow that danced softly across the red fabric she adorned and flickered wthin her eyes. You swallowed hard and brought your fingers to the buttons of your vest.

"May I?"

The Countess nodded, leaning back. "By all means."

You let out a heavy exhale and quickly started the lengthy process, discarding your clothes as quickly as you possibly could before coming to sit in front of Alcina - wearing nothing but your underclothes. Her eyes were warm when she looked at you - filled with Christmas spirit.

Or maybe too much seasonal wine.

"What was that you were saying about 'looking incredible'?"

You bit your bottom lip and looked to the side. "Smooth, my lady."

"Honest, dear."

You were about to object when she placed her glass of wine on the ground next to her and pulled you close, her large frame casting you in a dark shadow. She was even more stunning up close, with heated embers dancing around her silhouette. Gods, you wanted her. You weren't sure how anyone couldn't. Not if they saw her like this. No way.

"You, ah .. you could kiss me, if you wanted...."

"Mh.. as you wish."

The tender kiss that met your lips was not what you were expecting. It was so soft and careful - gentle - as if your lips were the most fragile thing in the world. You placed your arms around your neck and pulled her a little closer, tongue dancing warmly over hers.

"Mmmmh." She moaned into you - tone aged, raspy.

Another sweep of your tongue as she had you on your back, kissing you deeply - profoundly. The sheer size of her encasing you as she leaned down.

"Spread your legs for me, pet."

You wasted no time in obeying her, discarding your panties as fast as you could. Her lips pressing firmly back into yours the moment they were off, large fingers coming to roam over your body. The Lady's eager mouth claiming yours over and over again, kissing you as if you were her only lifeline - your back arched and waiting for her.

"Ready?"

Is that even a question??

"More than."

The moment her finger slid into you, her mouth began to claim your flesh. Slightly intoxicated lips kissing up and down your neck, nipping at the soft skin of it as her finger thrusted in. You moaned - arms firmly wrapped around the Countess' neck, hips bucking into her. The subtle scent of mulled wine and cigarettes coating your skin as she slowly marked your body, making it hers.

"F-faster. Please."

"Mh.. needy."

You immediately screamed out when she picked up the pace, driving her finger into you at an overly indulgent speed - curling it with each thrust. You had never felt so good in your life. So warm, so aroused. Every inch of you covered in a deep flush as she pushed you closer and closer to your peak - steadily building the pressure deep within your core. Your need for her coating her fair skin and glistening in the firelight. She kissed you deeply again, tongue warming over yours as she slid a second finger in, pace immediately picking up.

"F-fu-"

You couldn't have finished your curse if you wanted to, a wholey heated orgasm rolling over you like bath water. Hips jerking as you muffled a scream into Alcina's kiss swollen lips and rode out your climax on her fingers. Her eyes half lidded as she looked down at you, a soft look of adoration coating their glisten. The next kiss that came was soft and gentle, allowing your breath to slowly steady.

"My lady-"

"Hush, rest."

"But.. you.."

"You will rest first, pet "

You gave in and nodded, Alcina's large frame holding you close as you breathed. The soft crackle of the fire and the steady of her breath the only sounds in the library - though, the distant sound of a winter's wind howling could be heard if you really listened. You snuggled into her chest, enjoying the Countess' unexpectedly warm demeanor for as long as you could.

"Merry Christmas." You murmured, making her chuckle.

"And to you." She replied, holding you a little closer.

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[a-round-of-robyns]

first microfic! i've had really bad writer's block recently so hopefully this will help me get back into the swing of things

01/03: rugby; wc: 453; @jegulus-microfic; mentions of alcohol/people being drunk

Regulus could hear the noise of the party leaking out of the door as he approached the room where it was being held. He originally wasn’t going to go, seeing as he tended to despise loud settings where the majority of people there were drunk or on their way to being so. However, when he had gone over to James to congratulate him on winning the rugby final, James had turned his big deer eyes on him, asking Regulus to go to the party.

“For me, love. Please?”

And how could Regulus resist? So here he was, standing at the entrance to the room, scanning it for a glimpse of his boyfriend. After his second look around, he spotted Sirius dancing in the middle of the floor and, sure enough, James was right next to him. A crowd of people surrounded James and Sirius, all watching them appreciatively as they moved their bodies to the music.

Regulus caught Remus’ gaze from where he was leaning against a wall on the opposite side of the room to him. He made his way over to Remus, dodging drunk students and picking up a drink for himself on the way. Regulus joined Remus, leaning against the wall next to him. He nodded at Regulus and went back to watching Sirius dance, eyes roaming up and down his body. Regulus followed his line of sight to his own boyfriend dancing like nobody was watching. James’ eyes were closed, but after a while they opened, and he looked directly into Regulus’ eyes. Regulus allowed his gaze to drag up and down James’ body and then made eye contact, angling his head so that he was looking at James through his eyelashes. Regulus held a hand out and made a ‘come here’ gesture that James immediately complied with.

“Reg, you made it!” He said as soon as he reached Regulus, grasping the hand that was still held away from Regulus’ body.

“I told you I would come, didn’t I?”

James placed a kiss on the hand he was holding and looked at Regulus adoringly, “You did.”

Regulus pulled James closer to him, wrapping his arms around his neck. “You wanna get out of here?”

“But I’m having fun.” James protested lightly, pressing his forehead against Regulus’

Regulus looked at him, allowing his lips to pout slightly in a way he knew James wasn’t able to resist. “I can think of something even more fun that we can do together? And there won’t be people looking at you, thinking they can have you.”

James’ pupils dilated even more than they had been already, the black almost completely swallowing the hazel of his irises. “Whatever you want, love. Lead the way.”

[olliecoded]

- homebodies

[youmustbestrongernow]

Next chapter in my Harrow Nova AU is up let the Canaan House hi-jinks begin

Summary: Harrow and Gideon learn a hint of what is to be expected of them at Canaan House, Gideon loses her voice, and Harrow finally gets some solitude, although it's strangely unwanted.